Above the Sun

Where’s the soul going?

After our bodies have been dusted

Eternal beings living momentarily

Vanity searched, vanity acquired

But it’s all sand to the desert

A million there, a few spread out

Rumbling, waiting for the rainy days

When the wind comes, it seems like

The heat was just a mirage

Making fools of those who thirst,

But refused to reach further to the fountain

Where’s my thread, my soul, my whole?

The one I need to walk with, through this storm covered with dust



7 thoughts on “Above the Sun” by Uyiosa (@wordsfromuyi)

  1. “Where’s the soul going?

    Where’s my thread, my soul, my whole?
    …”
    It’s a nice rendition… keep on!

    1. Uyiosa (@wordsfromuyi)

      @innoalifa as always thanks. will do

  2. @wordsfromuyi, me too I wonder o. Nice bit.

    1. Uyiosa (@wordsfromuyi)

      @howyoudey. i tire oo. i don try find am..thanks

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